Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 401 Do you still understand the spore language?
"brush!"

Before Ron finished speaking, a few meters away from the crowd, under a grave covered with rotten vegetation, a strange-looking four-legged creature used brute force to lift up the coffin lid and rotten things on its body, and immediately opened its big mouth full of sharp wooden structures after opening the coffin, and bit Sylvia's calf who was standing on the outside!

This creature, which is about the size of a large dog, is covered with mature spore clusters all over its body, and its mouth looks like a fungus congress. The density of spores is so high that it can kill people with trypophobia on the spot!
There is no need for any external force to touch it. The thorny beast's own movements alone can cause these spore clusters to burst and infect any living creatures around it.

But unfortunately, this thorn beast seemed to have chosen the wrong target. Although the vampire could be considered a living person, it was just "considered" as such.

"Withering!" Sylvia, who had already prepared to deal with plants, did not hesitate at all. She almost immediately inserted her staff filled with necromancy energy into the gap in the thorn beast's body.

Sylvia almost immediately drained all the moisture and vitality from the living plant. Even though its structure and kinship were closer to fungi, the thorn beast couldn't help but spasm in pain. Its snout expanded to its maximum again, trying to tear off the vampire mage's leather boots and pants again.

It seemed to be trying to use up its last bit of strength to allow its species to continue on Sylvia, but in the final analysis, it was just the last delusion of a plant with an IQ similar to that of a baboon following its instincts. As the thorn beast lost its last bit of energy and fell to the ground, a thunderous roar flashed across the desolate cemetery, and the spores on the vampire's body fell off, mixing into the dust and mud like ordinary gravel.

"There are so many living people, but you have to attack me instead of biting them?" The vampire brushed off the particles on his clothes with an unhappy look on his face. Victoria turned on the light, illuminating her companions like a torch, not giving the red mold any chance to survive.

In such an encounter that could not even be considered a battle, no one intervened. Only Ron stretched out a hand towards Gillianis and Anastasia, rubbing his thumb between his index and middle fingers.

"Tsk! You're such a money-grubber!" The mercenary rolled his eyes at Ron, took out two silver coins from his wallet and threw them at him, "Sister, I started this fight, so you don't have to pay."

Anastasia was being deliberately difficult. She was at least ten steps away from Ron. She threw two silver coins almost at the same time, but they bounced in two completely different directions.

In her opinion, this young lord might pick up the silver coins on the ground in the cemetery himself - or he might instruct his subordinates -

Anastasia didn't even have time to think about this, her eyes widened involuntarily, because she saw that Ron didn't even move, a ghost hand rushed out from behind him and caught the silver coin that bounced far away.

The one that was closer was caught steadily by a tower shield suspended in the air! The silver coin was placed perfectly on the curved top of the tower shield without any trembling!

“I’m sorry, Aunt Anna,” Anastria saw the half-elf’s innocent smile as the visor was automatically lifted up. “I just suddenly wanted to test my control skills.”

The experienced swordsman rolled his eyes and showed an expression of "Do you think I believe it?" However, she had no ill will towards Ron. In fact, Ron was her financial sponsor. After failing to tease him, Anastasia gave up this idea and instead focused most of her energy on investigating the surrounding environment.

After all, since the thorn beasts appeared here, the spore people and the red mold fungus mats would probably not be far away.

Sure enough, just over an hour later, when Anastasia raised her hand to signal everyone to stop moving forward, the goblin hunter who was alert on the side also whistled like a bird, and the big white on his shoulder quickly got into his clothes, while the goblin himself raised his bow and arrow and aimed in a certain direction.

Ron and the others were now standing on the outskirts of a village ruin. Sylvia had explained to them the story of this place. At that time, this place was dead and only some undead were wandering around.

The village now seems to be more lively, but the relatively peaceful and friendly atmosphere of that time is gone forever.

Ron stood in the middle of the team, looking around Sera's strong back muscles, observing the village that had been occupied by the spore people. Many of the dilapidated buildings that had been lingering on before had collapsed, but these spore people used simple tools and materials taken from nearby demolished walls to rebuild a number of twisted buildings.

When Ron and the others approached, the spores attached to the buildings poked their heads out like sharks that smelled blood, and turned their strains towards Ron as if they really had a head. At their signal, the spore people who had not noticed the crowd also became alert. Some of them picked up the tools in their hands, while others raised their claws, which were far more ferocious than the tools, and waved them at these uninvited guests as if in protest!

These spore people seemed to have their own language system, but when they began to pronounce, the sound sounded to Ron and others several times more unpleasant than the roar of wild beasts.

"They've got their eyes on our flesh and blood," Anastasia snorted disdainfully, "They want to keep us alive, so they can plant red mold on our bodies and wait for spore-man babies to be born!"

"This is the first time I've heard of sporemen being underage. Although they do become stronger as they age," Gillianis glanced at the mercenary. "Can you understand the sporemen language?"

Spore Man can make hissing sounds and other noises by forcing air through his mouth, but it cannot speak in a conventional way. In daily life, Spore Man communicates through hissing sounds, gestures, and rhythmic tapping of the body. This complex and primitive language system is not something that any normal person would be willing to study. Gillianis was surprised that this former resistance fighter had the leisure to study the language of this creature.

“I don’t understand,” Anastasia grinned and raised her beloved sword. “But it doesn’t matter. Don’t you understand their movements?”

"They have their weapons raised and are moving closer to us - they are about to attack!"

(End of this chapter)